Mike's Spot On The Wall

• Ships That Pass
  I live in Edmonton and was going to celebrate Thanksgiving with Carol's family in Calgary. Meanwhile Dave lives in Calgary and was going to celebrate Thanksgiving with his family in Edmonton.
  It sounds like a bad sitcom script but in spite of it all I not only was able to see Dave for a bit but I worshiped at his church. It was a great service and I also met Steve. (Steve's musical gifts are awesome) Thanks to Dave and Steve for a great worship time.

Mike's Walk

• A Thankful Heart
  I normally put a scripture here but with it being Thanksgiving and all I wanted to share this poem that a friend sent me last year.
  I am thankful…
  For the partner who hogs the covers every night,
   because they are not out with someone else.
  For the child who is not cleaning their room, but is watching TV,
   because it means they are at home, and not on the streets.
  For the taxes I pay,
   because it means that I am employed.
  For the mess to clean after a party,
   because it means I have been surrounded by friends.
  For the clothes that fit a little too snug,
   because it means I have enough to eat.
  For my shadow that watches me work,
   because it means I am in the sunshine.
  For a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning, and gutters that need fixing,
   because it means I have a home.
  For all the complaints I hear about the Government,
   because it means that we have Freedom of Speech.
  For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot,
   because it means I an capable of walking and that I have been blessed with transportation.
  For my huge heating bill,
   because it means I am warm.
  For the lady behind me in Church that sings off key,
   because it means that I can hear.
  For the pile of laundry and ironing,
   because it means I have clothes to wear.
  For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours,
   because it means that I am alive.